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The entire Gathering Place felt as if it had been struck by a Category Ten typhoon, with everyone astonished to see the high-ranking officials of the Gathering Place dejectedly waiting at the city gates.
Groups of warriors marched in from outside the gates. Their attire was peculiar, resembling a special kind of armor, and their weapons were varied and eclectic, leading one to think they were either cross-dressers or fans of role-playing game characters.
However, everyone knew that no one would engage in such trivial pursuits. If someone truly donned the outfits of protagonists from post-apocalyptic games or movies, it was best to steer clear, for they were likely a formidable Superpowered Individual.
They understood that some individuals could create unique weapons and armor.
Clearly, these people were among those powerful beings.
Yet they were destined for disappointment. As the first person passed by, the rest followed in a line, all dressed in light blue robes—men and women alike—heads bowed and smiles on their faces. Many surprisingly held game consoles, engrossed in play.
They moved as if they were one entity, never needing reminders from their companions, never colliding with one another. Even when the group suddenly halted, they stopped in unison.
The Believer Legion had begun to enjoy the games provided by Hope Gathering Place. They loved these games primarily because they expanded their knowledge and experience against enemies. More importantly, the Shop Owner within the game was their Hope God.
Zheng Yifan's comic persona was strikingly cool, appearing almost like a deity descended from the heavens.
In reality, he didn’t maintain such a grand image in everyday life; it was only during actual combat that the Power of Faith erupted with a force akin to divine intervention.
This only strengthened the believers' faith further.
Unlike those ethereal deities, their god could provide everything they desired. Their deity wasn’t some inexplicable other race; he belonged to their kind but possessed far greater power.
Some believed that Hope God was simply a Superpowered Individual. They did not deny that Hope God inherently possessed Superpower. However, Superpowers were gifts bestowed by the divine. Why did others’ Superpowers differ while theirs remained the same? That was a blessing from their god.
This was how these individuals thought now. Of course, their daily lives were no different from ordinary people’s; for instance, the food they carried was identical to what other soldiers bore.
Naturally, these soldiers belonged to Hope Gathering Place’s military; compared to others, they were treasures.
On the roadside lay many unfortunate souls who had become too weak from hunger to move. They propped themselves up, fighting against death.
It was precisely because they wanted to see if this Newly Arrived Force would offer them a meal. After all, having food could save their lives.
Even the darkest Rice Porridge, made from murky water and a few grains of rice, could now be a lifesaver.
However, they had clearly encountered different people. Those believers could be kind-hearted themselves. Unlike the Academia, which was fundamentally military education with the purpose of reclaiming the Gathering Place, the subsequent relief efforts would be handled by others in the Gathering Place. They would definitely not let anyone starve to death for no reason. It was just that the timing might be delayed for several hours or even longer.
These believers, however, took out their supplies and handed out Energy Bars to everyone one by one.
They understood that those who had been hungry for a long time could not eat hard food all at once. The Energy Bars were just right for them; in fact, they were similar to Composite Chocolate but packed with high-energy ingredients that were easy to digest as long as one didn’t choke on them.
The Survivors had initially wanted to rush forward and snatch them, but under the gaze of those believers and the shining holy light, no one dared to seize an Energy Bar.
“May Hope God bless you. Please cherish your life; Hope God will ultimately fill your life with hope,” each believer began to spread their faith slowly.
Wu Yingzhou felt helpless in front of this scene. Zheng Yifan’s followers were truly fanatics. Of course, it was mainly because in the apocalypse, people needed some faith; otherwise, when faith collapsed, there would be no will to survive. After struggling for so long in this harsh world, he knew that lacking a will to survive was no different from being dead—he had experienced it himself.
An Old Buddy living in the apocalypse knew there was nothing easy or pleasant about it; that was all a lie. His life was extremely difficult.
So he did not obstruct these believers any further.
In fact, it was more due to the expert group’s analysis of the leader’s Superpower within the Gathering Place.
Firstly! He possessed an enormous Storage Space; where this space was located remained unknown, but it was estimated that it could hold supplies exceeding that of a large seaport.
Secondly! He had a Superpower related to weaponry, similar to those enhanced Superpowered Individuals. This might have been the leader's most primitive ability.
Thirdly! There was the power derived from the Power of Faith; it was likely a power awakened after reaching Fifth Level. The more believers there were and the more devout they became, the stronger the leader's power grew.
They wished for the whole world to worship Zheng Yifan so that this Superpower could evolve into its strongest form. Perhaps then they could reclaim the nation even faster.
They never dared to imagine it.
Because there are many countries abroad filled with wild beasts, and he couldn't even guarantee whether the people in those countries had already been wiped out.
At the entrance of the Grain Store, Zheng Yifan watched his team move forward, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
Behind him, the Boss of the Grain Store wore a thin face that was now filled with astonishment.
"What kind of god is this Hope God they keep talking about? Can it really grant them powerful superpowers and supplies? Look at what they’re giving away! Those are canned goods, labeled beef and lamb. And sardines—has the coastal route really been opened?"
The Boss of the Grain Store was well-informed; his supply channels mostly came from the Chamber of Commerce. Those people were crazy enough to scour coastal areas or cities still overrun by zombies for supplies.
This meant he knew much more than the average person. For instance, he was aware that the number of zombies along the coast was quite high, and there were also sea beasts lurking in the waters—definitely not something humans could resist.
Yet, the names on those cans couldn’t be fake! Who would go through such trouble? Saury Canned Fish, Mackerel Canned Fish, Black Bean Sauce Mackerel… each can represented a delicacy that could only be savored in a post-apocalyptic world.
And now they were just giving them away to those waiting for death? How wealthy must this Gathering Place be?
He couldn't even begin to imagine. (To be continued)
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